Autumn's bounty, oh so fine and sweet,
Fruits of the season, at our feet.
Mom's in the kitchen, busy as can be,
Making jam and preserving, for you and me.

Dried pears on the cupboards, a treasure to see,
Scented apples in the cellars, a delight for me.
We've picked all the nuts, under the tree,
A harvest of plenty, for you and me.

The table's laden, with fruit so bright,
A feast for the senses, a true delight.
Autumn's magic, brings us so near,
To the joy of harvest, and the love that's here.

Tomaž Jevšenak